Sunxiao's expression was as cold as ever, but anyone familiar with him could tell that today, his chilliness was laced with a murderous aura he was struggling to suppress.
"Father."
Seeing Xijing, Xiya excitedly scrambled to her feet and ran to him.
Xijing had sensed Qiao Xixi's and Xiya's presences moments before. As Xiya drew near, he opened his arms and scooped her up into a hug.
"Father, are you okay? How did you get hurt?"
Xiya's heart ached seeing the injuries on Xijing's face.
Hearing the commotion, Qiao Xixi looked up. Her eyes first fell on the unscathed Sunxiao before shifting to Xijing, who was limping, his face bruised and scraped. 'They just look like superficial wounds, though,' she thought. 'Nothing serious.'
"Feiyan, is that the old merman you were talking about? He doesn't look old at all. He's actually pretty handsome..." Sangze couldn't help but mutter.
